Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes---Nico Di Angelo/Solangelo One Shots

Nightmare

Hey guys! This is my first actual book on Wattpad, so I hope you guys like it! Please read, comment, and give constructive criticism. I have edited this part, but if there are spelling or grammar errors please forgive me. I should probably mention that there is swearing in this, not much, but a little bit. Also, credits to the artist of the chapter cover. I'm so sorry I don't know who any of the artists are, but I got all my photos off of Pinterest and most didn't have authors stated. Anyway, this one-shot will be about Nico and nightmares. Point of view changes will be stated. If you don't like the first one shot, please read on, as they get fluffier/more romantic (if you like that type of one shot better.) Please enjoy!

Nico
I sobbed as Will's tear-stained face fell back into the darkness. Then the dream shifted.
I was on a boat, a little boat that heaved and tossed over the waves of a huge storm. I slid on the deck, trying to grab into a railing. My hands struck metal and I gripped the cold, wet railing. Will was nowhere to be seen.
"Will!" I panicked, screaming his name, my voice hoarse. The voice fell away in the roar of the storm anyway. The boat pitched sideways, and I held to the railing, sobbing heavily. The boat heaved to the rhythm of the huge waves. Will couldn't be gone. Where was he? I screamed his name again, and it turned into a gag. I hated boats. I always got so seasick on them. The boat pitched again and slowly flipped over. I slid off the railing and across the deck, sobbing and calling for my sunshine.

Will
Nico bolted up next to me in the bed, breathing fast and heavily. He looked terrified. I scooted over to him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug.
"Shh, Nico, it's ok. What happened?"
At that, Nico completely broke down into tears, burying his face in my chest. I held him and rocked him back and forth, whispering comforting words.
"Nico, look at me," I said gently. He looked up, just a bit, his eyes full of tears and his face bright red. He didn't like me seeing him like this, I could tell. He pushed his face back into my chest and sobbed even harder and uncontrollably. I held him and kissed the top of his head gently. Nico suddenly bolted up, his hand to his mouth, and ran.
"Shit," I exclaimed, and went to follow Nico into the bathroom. I got there just in time to see Nico kneel over the toilet, heaving. I went and rubbed his back as he threw up. Eventually he sat back up and leaned backwards into me. His face was tear stained and sad.
"Will, you-you fell-Tartarus- I- you were gone, boats-" he broke off and turned around to lean his head on my chest.
"Hey, it's ok, I'm here now. Let's get back to bed, ok? He just nodded slightly and I helped him up, and settled him back into bed.

Nico
Oh god, what had I done? I had let Will see me so broken. I totally broke down. I cried for fuck's sake! I don't cry in front of people, no matter how bad things got. Now he's gonna hate me even more. I slipped out of bed, pulled on a t-shirt, and slipped out of the cabin. And I ran. I ran so Will couldn't hate me anymore. He could hate me still, of course, but it wouldn't hurt me if I wasn't there.

Will
I blinked at the sunlight streaming through the windows. I reached out my arm to hug Nico, but all I got were empty sheets.
"Shit," he had been embarrassed probably, about last night, and hadn't wanted to face me. I pulled on a different t-shirt and a pair of jeans and went looking for my death boy. Hopefully he was still in camp and hadn't shadow-traveled. He would only be in camp still if he actually wanted to be found.
I finally found him behind the bleachers area in the sword fighting area, his head on his knees. I ran to him and sat down next to him, putting my arm around his shoulder.
"Thank the gods, I found you. You didn't shadow-travel to China!"
"Italy," he muttered into his knees.
"What was that?" I was officially confused.
"Italy, not China. Only for an hour. It was just the first place I thought of I guess," he said quietly and very fast. He looked up at me, his face a deep red.
"You shadow-traveled to Italy?" I laughed. His face turned even more red, if that was possible, and he turned away from me and put his head back down.
"Hey, Nico, I didn't mean-it's ok," I said.
"You probably hate me now," he murmured, barely audible.
"Why? Why would I hate you Nico? Because you had a nightmare? Everyone has nightmares. Because you got sick? It's not a big deal. Because you opened up to me and let me see you cry? I'm honored to be that person for you, really, it means you trust me. Nico, I could never hate you." I finished, a bit breathlessly.
He flashed a small smile at me, and leaned towards me. Surprised that he was so willing to initiate contact, I wrapped my arms around him.
"Thanks Sunshine," he murmured.